The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other: The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother. The moon on my left and the dawn on my right. My brother, good morning: my sister, good night. ~Hilaire Belloc
Archive for the ‘Odes to the Moon’ Category
The Early Morning
Posted in Odes to the Moon on June 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Moon Shadows
Posted in Odes to the Moon on March 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Moon Shadows STILL as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead. Adelaide Crapsey
Lady Moon
Posted in Odes to the Moon on November 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
A stir in the air lingers in my hair soft descending mist adorns me whispered prayers on the water shimmer in her light the haunted hymn rose in homage to the lady dressed in blue
The Moon
Posted in Odes to the Moon on September 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The Moon Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul, O, thou fair Moon, so close and bright; Thy beauty makes me like the child That cries aloud to own thy light: The little child that lifts each arm To press thee to her bosom warm. Though there are birds that sing this night With [...]
At the Trysting-Place
Posted in Odes to the Moon on September 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
At the Trysting-Place Above the hills, the eastern hills, There’s a threat of the rising moon; And the night’s fair queen With the silver sheen Will gladden the dark land soon. Above the hills, the white light fills The vast, star-studded dome, Then, into sight, A disk of light, She swings from her eastern home. [...]
The Rose of Midnight
Posted in Odes to the Moon on September 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The Rose of Midnight THE moon is now an opening flower, The sky a cliff of blue. The moon is now a silver rose; Her pollen is the dew. Her pollen is the mist that swings Across her face of dreams: Her pollen is the April rain, Filling the April streams. Her pollen is eternal [...]
Mother Moon
Posted in Odes to the Moon on September 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We lie together beneath the eye of Venus on a starlit night Bathed in her beauty she illuminates the sky my Queen of the Night She is Wise Mother her guidance will show the way of death and rebirth She is Mother, Maiden Crone waxing into full belly slowly wanes away
Full Moon
Posted in Odes to the Moon on September 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Full Moon One night as Dick lay half asleep, Into his drowsy eyes A great still light began to creep From out the silent skies. It was the lovely moon’s, for when He raised his dreamy head, Her surge of silver filled the pane And streamed across his bed. So, for a while, each gazed [...]
